#Chapter 130 Who Do I Belong To

Helen POV I hurried to get to Justin’s side, worried that Randy’s pause would grow into a fight, but he took me into his lap and brushed my hair back, letting me lean into his chest while he held me simply, carefully—lovingly. “Randy, tell him,” I plead. “Tell him he’s being irrational. You don’t like me like that.” Justin didn’t even growl at me, didn’t try to help me not defend Randy, and I thought it was weird that Justin was so smooth over this accusation that was obviously a lie. But still, Randy sat there perplexed and ignorant to reply. I kissed my mate’s lips quick, wanting to ease the tension, but I saw Randy flinch behind me, the sight making my heart drop in dread. Everyone saw it, too. Everyone could tell Justin’s accusation wasn’t false after all. I looked on in horror as Randy hung his head, straightened his chair and fell into his seat. Justin was cooing over me, petting me and being tinder, either out of sovereignty or to calm himself down, I didn’t k